Slow Days

I’ve been out of bed for roughly 30 minutes and I can already tell this will be a very slow day. I was on my feet quite a bit Saturday, went to church yesterday, and was up and about quite a bit afterward. The fatigue this morning is deep and consuming. I am again so glad that I am able to stay home during this time–so many people I know worked full time through chemo. I don’t know how on earth they did it. They are clearly made of stronger stuff than I!

I would like to read today, and maybe after a cup of coffee and something to eat I’ll feel more able to do that. Right now, though, my eyes are droopy and I could doze off. Words are swimming on my screen as I type.

The elliptical seems like an impossibility today, but I’ll get on it if I can. Later. I also have a couple phone calls I want to make. I’ll have to push myself until adrenaline kicks in, do the minimum, and spend the remainder of the day resting and quiet. Chemo is tomorrow and I need to go into that day as rested as possible.

The Lord God has ordered all my days. He’s ordered this one. I’ll just have to see how it unfolds, moment by moment.

The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Psalm 37:23-24 NIV

Slow Days

Today will be what I call a “slow day.” Getting ready for the day wore me out and I’m already sitting and resting. I am dreading a long day. With influenza high and energy low, there will be no outings today. I am tired of tv and reading makes me sleepy.

I’m not trying to complain, I’m just taking stock of the situation and brainstorming what to do about it. I’m sure I’ll have a few little energy spurts and be able to get up and do smaller tasks to break up the monotony.

I’m listening to the guinea pigs chattering and my fake fire on the tv crackling. Several children have gone off to work, and the two that remain are still sleeping. A late night with friends means I will likely not see them for awhile yet.

There’s an excellent devotional by Francis Frangipane that I’ve been working my way through. I will see how much I can digest of that before the household completely wakes up. I do enjoy these early morning hours when it’s just me, the cat, and a cup of coffee.

I would love some breakfast, and I imagine one of the girls will be easily persuaded to make pancakes when she gets up. After that, I’ll assign some chores and maybe later play a game or two of cribbage with whomever is interested.

I am very thankful that my family is happy and, for the most part, healthy. And I’m grateful that it is a cold, January day–it would be so much more difficult to sit inside when the sun is shining in April. Today will be a lesson in contentment and blooming where I am planted. I’m learning.

Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11